The shittiest Mothers’ Day, and why this too shall pass

Did the title of the blog catch your attention? Good, because that’s NOT the content of this blog post. LOL. But it is, however, a post for Mother’s Day. It’s a special day, so I thought it deserves a special once in a blue moon post. And just a heads up, things were honestly a little shitty, but definitely not the shittiest. Hahahaha

Not that I don’t enjoy blogging anymore, I do, but I can’t exactly justify why I would want to work my brain cells more when I could actually maybe perhaps hopefully get a tiny weeny bit of shut eye for that 30 minutes, which is how long I hope it will take me to finish this post.

 

The girls had a playmate over for dinner so they are quite entertained at the moment. Phew! So while I peacefully nurse Littlest Warrior to sleep in my room, I thought why the heck not post an update on my blog. I really have no idea how the blogger moms do it, I mean how do they find time?! Remember, this happened earlier, it’s not happening in real time.

 

So this happened. We had a whole day out visiting a friend, celebrated a birthday, came back to a toddler melt down session (and have no inkling whatsoever what she wanted), and a baby who is just wailing for you to put her to sleep, like right now. BREATHE IN….. ohmmmmmmm… BREATHE OUT. Yes I can totally handle this, no problem. It’s no big deal really, it happens almost every few days, some days more often than the others. So yeah, I got this. This too shall pass.

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Soooooo I quickly nursed Littlest Warrior and while she’s groggy, I gently put her down and pray that she would soothe herself to sleep. Hah! Fat chance. But okay nevermind, she did eventually get to sleep after that. So I dash to Little Warrior who is just having a melt down outside the room. She’s just over exhausted from the long day out (I know, bad bad mommy), and she’s just woken up from a nap in the car and is cranky. She’s so worked up that she doesn’t know what she wants anymore. But hey, that’s okay because let’s remind ourselves that toddlers are still trying to control their emotions, and obviously this one here hasn’t exactly found a way to keep it under control yet. But mommy’s here so everything will be okay. Somehow I am calm and collected. I embraced her, and held her for a whole freaking 20 minutes, just staying there silently while whispering “I love you, mommy’s right here” and hugging her tight while she bawled her eyes out. And while I was consoling her, I smelt it. But try telling a cranky toddler that mommy is about to pass out from smelling her poo for 20 minutes, most likely she isn’t going to get it. So I decided to man it up, hugged her for as long as she needed to calm down, and just pray I don’t faint from the pungeant smell that was filling my nose. This too shall pass, I tell myself.

 

20 minutes finally passed and she was just down to hiccups. So I gently told her that we had to go wash her bum bum, otherwise there might be worms there that’s going to crawl into her bum (I know, but desperate times call for desperate measures). So she goes but she still cries, like she wants to go wash it but she’s too cranky to go get it wash. Toddlers, they are really a totally different ballgame from you and I). But we did get there in the end, all washed and cleaned. 😊

 

We go to the room, because we both knew that she was overstimulated, but tired. Of course sleep was the last thing on her mind. So like any sane mother, I gave her a dose of homeopathic Chamomile, and hope that will help her to settle. She whines and wakes her littlest sister up. Great, now I have to place Littlest Warrior on to my chest and hold her with my left arm, and cuddle Little Warrior with the other arm. Half way through trying to put both to bed, she looks up to me with puffy puppy eyes and said, “mommy, can we go out? I want to eat the noodles [Big Warrior] was eating.” So, off we went, out to the dining hall for dinner, and you know what? By the end of it all, my beautiful sunshine of a daughter did finally got herself together. She finished her dinner and went on to play with her eldest sister Big Warrior, and her friend Harry, whom I am so grateful for being with us tonight, because at least he kept Big Warrior occupied. One less kid to worry about 😅😅

 

It might have been the chamomile, it might have been the calm, gentle and constant cuddles that helped. Either way, I’m glad it’s finally past.

 

And that’s how I spend Mothers’ Day eve, folks! And truth be told, I wouldn’t want it any other way. Because days like these ground me as a mother. It makes me believe in my capabilities of mothering my children and being superwoman at the same time. Let’s face it, balancing a baby on your chest with one arm, making sure she is suckling the boobs without falling off, and cuddling your other octopus, oops I mean cranky toddler with the other, is no joke  I seriously thought I was superwoman. And to top it off, I was calm! Woo hoo, I’m awesome! *yes I’m feeling crazy at the moment*

 

Don’t get me wrong, most days my warriors are absolutely wonderful and just amazing little human beings. But I just wanted to share with fellow mommies (especially the new moms) some of my moments where not everything is perfect, and that it is okay that your Mother’s Day hasn’t been perfect. Mine wasn’t perfect on so many levels, but it was still perfect to me because although it was kinda shitty, I learned how to love my children even more through these imperfect times. And because I’m at peace with it, it is somehow a perfect Mothers’ Day eve for me. Oh, not to forget, getting showered with gifts from the children helped make it perfect too. ;p

 

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Remember, this too shall pass. They will grow up, move out and have a family of their own. And then, you’d wish to have more shitty days like these than none at all.

 

Well, that’s all for now, happy Mother’s Day to us mom! 😊

 

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P/s: for the record, this post took 38 minutes to finish so please excuse my grammatical errors, as I have no intentions to reread it and amend anything  😝

 

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Side note: Head over to SedapPlace to see how you can support for a good cause this Mothers’ Day in Perth!

Confession of baby wrapaholic

I have a confession: I’m addicted to babywearing. Okay, so maybe I have more than one confession to make. I’m also addicted to the wraps and carriers that come with love for baby wearing.

Although I don’t own as many as I would like, and definitely not as many as other addicts I know from the babywearing mommy groups that I’m part of, I still own more than one, which in my hubby’s opinion makes me an addict. The real addicts probably have close to 20 wraps or carrier per mom, whereas I only have 5. LOL. Yes, Mr husband is rolling his eyes at me now. Apparently it’s a hard thing to grasp as to why I need more than a wrap/ carrier. (What? I need different ones to match my clothes, of course. 😝)

Well, he can roll his eyes all he wants. We both know that he loves babywearing his babies too, so I think that’s why he lets me get away with my babywear indulgence. Haha. (Btw, I love you hubby 😊)

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That;s him babywearing Big Warrior in Taiwan when she was 9 months old

There are are so many reasons to love babywearing. Here’s my top 10:

 

#1. Your baby gets to stay close to you

They don’t call it the fourth trimester for no reason. Infants are meant to stay close to their parents, and be held or carried as often as possible. No, carrying them all the time isn’t going to spoil them (Little Warrior weaned herself off the carrier by 1 1/2). Babywearing gives you the perks of being able to kiss and smell your baby as frequently as you like. Definitely a plus point for me as I LOVE to kiss and smell my babies. It’s like my Rescue Remedy, the act of it calms me down.

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Littlest Warrior in a Soul Sling Lotus Ring Sling at 4 weeks old [Photo credit: Collaboration with Light]

#2. Freedom!

Need to cook dinner? Go to the toilet while at the mall? Go mountain hiking? No worries, just wear your baby and you’re hands free and good to go! I can’t recall how many times babywearing saved my sanity. I’m literally on the go with all my kids because I would go insane staying at home the whole day. I also get to breastfeed while attending to my older kids or when I’m out and about. And the best thing about it, usually no one notices you breastfeeding your child when they’re in a wrap or carrier.

My 5 year old trusty Jumpsac Baby Ballerina Carrier for my all my travels (first pic: Big Warrior at 10 months old in Taiwan/ second pic: Little Warrior at 6 months Perth)

#3. Babywearing = peace & quiet

I can’t begin to tell you how many times people have asked me why I have such quiet and wonderful babies who sleep through dinner dates and shopping trips. I’ll let you in on a secret. Babywearing. Simple as that. The rocking motion that the baby gets from being carried while you walk lulls them to sleep. The tightness of the wrap around their little bodies gives them security and reminds them of their time in the womb where they’re safe and sound. Even if they aren’t asleep, they’d be happily exploring the world quietly and contentedly in the comfort of a wrap.

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Littlest Warrior at 6 weeks old in one of the prettiest wrap I’ve ever owned, the Kokadi Marie Im Wunderland 

#4. Babies are cuter in a wrap

I’ve lost count on the times I get stopped by a passerby commenting on how adorable and lovely my babies look all snuggled in a wrap. Let’s face it. Babywearing turns heads. Babies look almost angelic when in a wrap because they’re calm and happy. And sometimes their lips are “squished” in such a way that make them irresistibly cute, like literally Anne Geddes babies kinda cute. LOL

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Please ignore the less than appetising public toilet background. LOL. But doesn’t Littlest Warrior look simply divine?? *cue in the “aaahhhhhhhh*

#5. Babywearing moms are absolutely beautiful and babywearing dads totally rock

Maybe I’m bias, maybe I’m not. LOL. Babywearing parents look absolutely amazing wearing their babies. More so when you have a beautiful carrier on. I reckon there’s nothing more manly than a babywearing dad. They portray confidence because they aren’t afraid of how society might judge them for sporting a baby wrapped around their chest. And that’s one of the reason’s why I adore my husband. He isn’t one to shy away wearing his babies in public just because the carriers and wraps I have aren’t exactly in manly colours.

 

 

#6. It prevents kidnapping! (and secretly keeps Aunty Petunia from smothering the baby with slobbery kisses)

I’m not kidding with this one. There’s absolutely zero chances of anyone kidnapping your child when they’re literally strapped up onto your body. Well, they technically could still kidnap you, if they were willing to kidnap you together with the baby. But I doubt anyone would want to go to that extend. It makes more sense for them to move to their next little target who might be laying down quietly in a pram. Having a baby wrapped closely on to your chest also helps prevent unwanted hands, mouths, and breaths away from your precious little one. I always make sure to wear my babies when attending family functions and social gatherings. You’ll never know when some inconsiderate person with no common sense might just think it’s okay to carry your babies or kiss them right after a cigarette puffing session. Trust me, even people with a PHD, or doctor’s degree can forget their common sense when there’s a baby involved. *roll eyes*

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My first experience with babywearing was with a Peanut Shell sling. I noticed people tend to be less invasive with the baby when she’s being carried in a wrap/carrier/sling. 

#8. It’s indirectly a workout for your whole body

It’s like doing squats or crunches while standing up. Why? Because you’re constantly carrying weight, and are forced to tuck in your tummy all the time. The weight of the baby is more balanced throughout your body if you wear a carrier or a wrap, compared to a one-sided sling.

 

#9. No bulky strollers. Yay!

Have you ever noticed how much preparation goes into bringing a baby out? Nappies, extra clothes, bottles and what not if you’re using formula or expressed milk, wet wipes, change mats, etc. Those would have taken up the size of a decently huge baby bag. And then there’s the stroller. Once you’ve parked your car, you’d have to open the boot, lug out the stroller, open it, open the car door, take the baby out and strap the baby on. Oh, don’t forget to put a blankie for the baby. Now imagine you’re a babywearing mama. Once you’ve parked the car, you’d open the car door, put on your carrier or wrap (which is really lightweight), and put your baby in. You’re hands free! And you’d have hands to push a shopping trolley for groceries, a task which would prove to be quite difficult for a stroller mom. You can’t well be pushing a stroller and a shopping cart with just 2 hands, can you?

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Little Warrior in my first woven wrap, the Ellevil Paisley in Blue

 

#10. Babies get to see the world from a better angle

Have you ever stopped and imagine how a child feels being so small? If you haven’t, try squatting down while talking to your partner. You’ll understand how belittle and frustrating it gets sometimes to have to constantly look up at someone while talking. That’s how children feel, especially when they are being lectured at or talked to. It makes a big difference if we were to stoop down to their level when talking to them, or bring them up to our eye level when we engage with them. So instead of exploring the world from below (where it’s usually a sea of legs and feet and toes, and dogs), they get to appreciate their surroundings through your angle.

Left pic: My failed selfie with Little Warrior in my Ergo Petunia Picklebottom Carrier/ Right pic: Little Warrior in my Jumpcsac baby

Babywearing has been an extremely amazing experience for me, so much so that I’m now a proud babywearing advocate. It played such an important role in my attachment parenting journey. Gone were the days of insecurity as a first time mom, where I was constantly told to ignore my baby’s cry, and to not hold them so often for the fear of overdependency. Call me a hippie mom for all you like, I now co-sleep with all my children, I wear my newborn all the time, I hold them close whenever they need me to. Babywearing has taught me so much. I’m sure I will still find new things to learn as a parent of three, but one thing I’ve learnt that has proven to be invaluable, is that babywearing is the best thing you could ever do for your child. They get to feel you close and hear your heartbeat, that’s all a newborn wants, and that’s the best gift you could ever give them – YOU.

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My 2 year old won’t be learning her ABCs and 123s yet, and I’m perfectly okay with it

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Today is the first day of playgroup at Steiner for Little Warrior. She’s been waiting forever for this day. Having seen Big Warrior go in to class day in and day out, she’s often asked me when it would be her turn to be a big girl and go to school. Well, today is the day. 😊

 

While other kids are learning their ABCs and 123s, Little Warrior is learning about the world, through interacting with Mother Nature and listening to story time. And that’s perfectly okay. She’s busy learning the necessary human survival skills, that she might not necessarily use per se, but those traits are what will set her apart from the rest of her robotic peers. She gets to plant gardens and pick flowers, and find out how to work with Mother Nature and appreciate her beauty and resources. She gets to walk barefooted, climb trees, and occasionally get a glimpse of wildlife in the school’s backyard as we are fortunate enough to be surrounded by bushland. Like today, we had a beautiful owl visit us at the playgroup garden. It’s not everyday that one gets to see a wild owl upclose and personal. What an amazing experience for us!

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She doesn’t know her multiplication times table, nor can she write her own name yet, but that’s perfectly okay. She’s busy playing and learning more relevant things like how society works by interacting freely with her peers. They engage in a world of free play where they dictate how the playing goes, where it happens, and who gets to be involved in it. There’s no social pressure on how she’s suppose to be, what she’s suppose to say, or who’s she suppose to maintain good relationships with. She learns how to socialise and be part of a community without unnecessary social influences. She does chores, and learn how to work as a team with her playmates. She gets to learn how to make decisions pertaining to her life from an early age, instead of being helicoptered and told what to do all the time. She gets to learn that every action comes with a reaction, so the next time she knows what to expect when she does something.

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She doesn’t know her written ABCs yet, and she can’t recognise 123s, even though she can communicate as fluently as a 2 year old should. And that’s okay too. She learns how to express herself and be confident with her voice. She sings and says blessings. She learns about empathy and sees the goodness in the world. She will learn to appreciate mothers, fathers, and educators alike, because she will see with her own eyes how everyone respects each other at playgroup despite their age, financial background, and race differences.

 

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Sure, academic education is important. However, I think education about the self and play is equally important. If you don’t know how to be comfortable with your own skin, and be confident with your ability to make decisions, then you won’t go far. So many of our younger generations aren’t equipped enough to go against the tide and think outside the box, and just be different. Our current society is raising a future generation of robots, teens and young adults who follow the herd and do not question what is being taught. Do we really want that for our children? I don’t. I really don’t.

 

I’m prepared to face the insanity of having to reason with my 2 year old on why we don’t run around naked when outside the house, or teach my 5 year old all the proper names of her body so that she’s aware that nobody is allowed to touch her sacred body parts without her consent. I teach them to say no to hugs or kisses when they’re not up for it, even if it’s us or the grandparents asking. I teach them that it’s okay to say they don’t like certain food, as long as they’ve tried at least once. And I tell them it’s okay to reason with us if they feel the need to voice out their opinions.

 

There are so many things worthy of learning that aren’t academic. Little Warrior, like her sister Big Warrior, will not be officially educated in the academic sense until she turns 7 according to the Steiner system. I’m totally okay with it, proud even, because I know that like her sister, she will thrive and blossom into a wonderful little human being when the time comes.

 

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A lifetime reminder to myself about motherhood

If ever i had to leave myself anything valuable to get me through motherhood, it would be a lifetime reminder letter to myself. And it goes like this…

Dear Me,

As much as you try to be Superwoman and be there for everyone, it’s okay to be… just a mom. A mom who went through hours of painful labour and unexpected birth injuries. It’s hard to put up a strong front when you’re mentally and physically exhausted from it all.

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You may feel like you’re neglecting your other children. You’re not. Because despite how much time you try to spend with your children to prevent them from feeling inadequate compared to the newborn, there’s only so much you can give before you run out of energy. There’s only so much time you can spare before you have no more time for yourself. There’s only so much love you can offer before you are left with an empty cup. So take care and love yourself first, only then you will have the strength to take care and love those around you.

As much as you try to be Wonderwoman and keep your house sparkly clean and everything organised, it’s okay to be… just a mom. A mom who is going through sleepless nights to care for a newborn baby. It’s hard enough not to fall asleep standing during the day, and it’s definitely hard to move around without waddling like a penguin because of your sore bum and tummy.

You might feel as if you’re not pulling your weight at home. You’re not. Because no matter how you try to keep the house as neatly as possible, it’s mission impossible with a child and a toddler who LOVE to make a mess. There’re only so many times you can pack until you go crazy. There’s only so much energy you have to nag and move around, until you burst open your dams (and not to mention, stitches) trying to keep everything in order. Then you end up being a mess yourself, and needing more time to heal from the added injuries. So let it go, and go easy on yourself, only then you will be able to enjoy the new addition in the family and keep the household in harmony.

As much as you try to be Catwoman and get back into that awesome body shape, it’s okay to be… just a mom. A mom who’s had her tummy stretched, her back strained, and her insides jumbled up to accommodate a little growing miracle. It will be hard to go back to your pre-pregnancy weight and body with all the stretching and straining.

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So instead of feeling down and ashamed that you haven’t bounced back in to shape like Heidi Klum through unrealistic (and need I mention, unhealthy) diets and postpartum exercise, you should embrace it, stretch marks, flabbiness and all. Your “battle scars” are what makes you a mother, a provider of life. For goodness sake, you had to carry a little being inside of you for nine whole months. But hell, it was worth it. The moment you get to hold that tiny little baby in your arms, you know it was all worth it.

Remind yourself, that it’s okay to feel weak, it’s okay to feel lazy. It’s okay to feel like you just want to get away from it all, shut the door and just lie in bed and sleep 24/7. It’s okay to feel that for the moment (and perhaps many more), that your newborn baby is your world, that you wish you could just focus on nothing but her. It’s okay sometimes to just say, “f*** it”, because you’re only human.

Surround yourself with with positive people and supportive family and friends. There’s no better way to get through motherhood than to have people who love and care for you, such as your mom and husband. They will be your biggest support  group.

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Appreciate your mom more, she’s not getting any younger yet she still offers to help take care and cook for you for one whole month. She busies herself the whole day just so that you can lie in and rest more,  and you’ll notice that she tires more easily than previously. Yet, she’s still here for you and doing the best she can so that you have it easier. There’s no love that is more selfless than a mother’s love (thank you and I love you mom).

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Love your husband more, because without him you wouldn’t be getting through motherhood as blessed as you always had it. He cries when you’re in pain, he breathes for you when you’re in labour, he smiles for you when you’re having your baby blues, he compliments you when you’re feeling “unpretty”, he bends down on one knee to help you get dressed, and he keeps you sane when you’re overwhelmed with, well, everything. There’s no love more comforting than a husband’s love (I love you, and I’d still choose you in a heartbeat for all my next lifetimes to come)

Treasure your children more. They have been nothing but amazing lovely little beings. They’ve been self entertaining for the past whole week to allow you resting time since you brought back “Nemo” into the family. They’ve been more than understanding when Nemo’s cries could be heard throughout the night, they slept through it all LOL. Even though you will have a slight challenge when it comes to Little Warrior no longer being the “youngest in the family”, this too shall pass. She just needs some time to adjust, and she will get through it like she has now. There’s no love more genuine and pure than a child’s love. (You my children are my greatest pride and joy, and you will always be my greatest achievement. I will always love you all to the moon and back)

 

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Lastly, love yourself more. You have more than shown your worth, by being… just a mom. Listen to your heart when it tells you to love yourself first. Enjoy time to yourself and “Nemo” when your mom tells you to just focus on recovery, baby and nothing else. Be grateful when your children tells you they love you and they adore their little sister. Let them help you get up, and fuss over your “sore bum and tummy” because it’s okay to be loved. Most importantly, believe it when your husband tells you that you are worth it, because despite your scars and “wear and tear”, YOU ARE WORTH IT.

Lots of love,

2017 Me

Finding Nemo 2017

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No professional maternity photos for this pregnancy, this will have to suffice LOL

New Year is finally here, and guess what? 39 weeks today, and Nemo is still comfortably swimming in the fish tank. O Nemo, what art thou? Mommy and daddy, and both your sisters are eagerly waiting for you to come meet us.

Still apprehensive about coming out? Well, I just want to reassure you that you’ll be in good hands when you do arrive into the family. You see, I already have your 2 sisters as guinea pigs. Your sisters, well mainly your eldest sister Big Warrior, had to endure many ups and downs with me. What with the sleep training, flash cards, stressful toilet trainings, etc. I will forever carry the guilt of experimenting first time parenting with her, but I’ve learnt to move on and hope that she will forgive me one day. Through her, I made numerous parenting mistakes, I fell into a parental black hole and got lost, I stood back up, went against the tide, found myself again, and have since emerged stronger and more confident with my parenting choice and style.

Your second sister, Little Warrior, had it better. Although I still have a lot to learn as a mother (we learn something new everyday), I can see that she’s having a much better childhood than Big Warrior. With more parenting experiences and giving less f***s about what other people say, there’s less stress in the household, more laughters, and more enjoyable family moments around.

So you see, Nemo, you will probably have it the easiest compared to both your sisters. I promise you that you will never have to go through harsh Cry-It-Out sleep training (in fact, you will be bed-sharing with me until you’re ready to move into your own bedroom). I promise you will never have to learn how to hold your wees and poos at the ridiculous age of 1 or 2 (you will get there when you’re ready I assure you, and mommy and daddy will be with you every step of the way). You will not be forced into sitting in a classroom at freaking 6 months old to watch some silly lady flash 20 flash cards within 20 seconds. I will endeavour to make sure you will not have a mommy who is so depressed and stressed out during the first weeks of your life, just because everybody is invading her personal space and giving her unwarranted parenting advice on what she should and should not do (remind me again to thank your daddy for keeping me sane). I promise I will not let anyone harm you physically, mentally nor emotionally.

You will be deeply loved by your family. You will have as little interventions as possible to your birth and childhood, so that you will grow up as how it’s always meant to be. You will grow up with 2 big sisters who already adore you before they’ve even met you. You will spend your life in a household full of laughter and joy (with some tears and fights in between). You will take your time growing up, and bed share with your parents and siblings till you’re old enough to move into your own room. You will live your life as it’s meant to be, with us your family.

We hope to see you soon, our little Nemo. It shan’t be too long now till you arrive to complete our little family of 5, it is already 2017. Don’t take too long finding your way out of the fish tank. We love you.

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My darlings, it’s the little things that count…

My dearest daughters,

It’s Christmas Eve and we haven’t got any plans because mommy wasn’t in the mood to prepare anything as we weren’t sure when the stork planned to drop Nemo off to us. But it is the season to be thankful, and even though I’m thankful everyday for your existence, I still feel there’s no better time to let you know that I really really really appreciate you and that I’m truly blessed that you’re in my life.

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So… on this festive day where other children are running around playing and getting into the Christmas mood, we spent the morning cleaning the house, and washing the guest room bedsheets so that when your grandparents come next week, they won’t be stepping into a pig sty and that they’ll have a clean bed to sleep on. 😅

 

At a tender age of 5 and 2, I’m so proud and touched that you both have such good heads on your shoulders, and amazingly big hearts. You were so happy to help out with the cleaning, by taking out the sheets, sweeping the floor, throwing the dirty laundry into the wash, packing away your toys, etc, which made my whole morning of chores so much easier and enjoyable. You never once complained. Even though I silently think that it’s because you’re actually too young to understand what all the Christmas hype is about. LOL. But what touched me the most, was how receptive you were, helping me up whenever I had to kneel down to get stuff done. You knew it was difficult for me to stand back up whenever I’m seated on the floor (with Nemo growing big in my tummy). You would always try to lift me up with your tiny little bodies, fearing I would fall over because I seem to be out of balance most of the time. You would also both take turns sitting on each other’s lap because you didn’t want to hurt Nemo by sitting on mine.

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My little darlings, I don’t need multiple stars in your reward charts (thankfully this isn’t a practise at your school), or excellent Math grades on a piece of paper. Those aren’t important to me. What is important to me, and very honestly more important for you, is that you both have good hearts and strong emotional foundations to grow as a person. Have a kind heart, be empathetic, help others according to your capability, respect those who deserves it, and love those around you. Focus on these so-called little things, it’s how you are as a person that will bring you far in life, my children.

 

With your hearts full of gold, you will definitely go far and beyond. I can only pray that in your journey to adulthood, you’ll have more confidence to be kind, empathetic and being firm in what you believe is right (even if it means going against the tide). I pray that you’ll be happy always and not let anyone push you around into doing things that you’re unhappy or uncomfortable with (please learn how to say no, but that’s another story for another day). I pray that you will have the freedom to be able to chase your dreams, regardless of what society says. I pray that you will grow up to cherish your strong and amazing sister relationship, and don’t let anything come in between you, not even us, your parents.

 

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As I watch you both grow and blossom into beautiful strong young ladies, I couldn’t be prouder to call you my children. I just really wanted you to know that. And remember, it’s the little things that count.

 

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p/s Merry Christmas my little darlings! You’ve been such angels, I’m sure Santa has some surprises for you tonight. 😉

 

Eviction Notice

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Dear “Nemo”,

I hope you’ve enjoyed your 9 months stay at your current rental premise. This is to remind you that your lease will be expiring on the 8/1/2017 and you shall be evicted after that.

You officially still have a few more weeks to go, but I just wanted to let you know that I have another place set up, waiting for you when this lease is up. Seeing that you’ve been a really good tenant, I will gladly waive all charges for any damages you’ve caused to the current premise – water leakage, wear and tear from your late night partying, extra energy consumption, storage, etc.

Just remember to pack and take all your belongings with you as you will not be able to return to the current premise after you leave.

If possible, kindly give me one day’s notice so that I can prepare your new home for you in advance. If it makes it easier for you, I (and a few helpers) will be more than willing to help you move closer to the end of lease date.

Thank you for choosing to stay at “Mom’s 24/7 Air BnB”. I hope you have had good memories during your stay here. Take care and enjoy your next journey!

 

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Crossing the Rainbow Bridge

They say every school is the same. But I’m here to tell you they’re not. Waldorf stresses on the importance of childhood that it is impossible for outsiders to understand, unless you’re part of the Waldorf family.

Today, we got to experience a ceremony that celebrates Little Miss 5’s birth. The story that was told today, The Rainbow Bridge story, was absolutely beautiful. It is a blessing to be able to sit through the story of self worth, love, joy, and the pure sacredness of a child’s birth.

Once upon a time there was a Little Angel who was up in the heavens and she was very happy there. She looked at the beautiful colours and listened to the lovely music, and that was where she belonged. But one day the clouds parted in heaven and she saw the beautiful green earth below with all the people happily playing and working and she suddenly longed to go there and see what it was like. She saw all the rainbow colours of the earth, She saw butterflies visiting flowers and birds flying in the air. They seemed to be beckoning her. She saw fish swimming in the sea and all the different plants that covered the earth. She saw children climbing trees running and jumping in the meadows and walking through sand and leaves. It was all so beautiful!

So she said to her Big Angel, ‘Please, may I go down to earth now?” But her Big Angel looked at her and said, “No, it is too soon. You must wait a little while yet”. So the child went and was happy and soon forgot about the earth. Then one day again she saw a glimpse of the earth through the clouds again. She saw mother and fathers doing their work. She saw bakers and engineers and writers and farmers. She saw mothers and fathers loving their
children. Then she saw a beautiful mother with love and longing in her heart for a child and she asked her angel now, “May I go to her?”

The Big Angel said, “Soon, but you must prepare to go through the House of the Sun, the Stars, and the Moon, and over the Rainbow Bridge before you can go over to Earth.”

So with determination, the little Angel went to the House of the Sun, where she was given the gift of courage, which was placed under her heart. Next she went to the House of the Stars, where she was given the gift of Wisdom, which were placed under the soles of her feet. Lastly, she went to the House of the Moon, where she was given the gift of twinkle in her eyes, so that she might always see the humour in life.

Nearing the Rainbow Bridge, the Big Angel said to the Little Angel, “The gifts you have received from the Sun, the Stars and the Moon will help you with the work you have chosen to do on the Earth. Now you are ready.”

So the Little Angel travelled over the Rainbow Bridge that stretched forth from heaven to earth, and straight into the strong loving arms of her earth Mommy and Daddy.

She opened her eyes, and mesmerised everyone around her. It was then she received her first gift on earth, the gift of her name – Leann, which ironically means Angel, or one of sheer perfection.

There are many versions to this story. But this is the closest that I could remember from today.

How many of us have had such meaningful birthday celebrations at school? I know I didn’t. I know my husband didn’t. But I’m glad our children will be able to experience one of the best childhood there is on earth through their school, and that is to be surrounded by pure love and people who truly appreciate them as they are.

 

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Starting the day with a smile

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Or maybe not. LOL

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How gorgeous is this cake?

Definitely a birthday to remember…

 

 

Reblog: A day in the life of a Waldorf kid

The Waldorf playgroup on Thursdays morning at West Coast Steiner School starts off like this…
A small playground in the school yard
All classroon signs are beautifully handmade or drawn
We are greeted with a different scent every week – lavender, rose, etc…
All toys are made from natural materials such as wood, logs, ceramics…
Wooden instruments…
Wool and knitted soft toys…
cloth and handmade dolls…
Parents who attend playgroup are required to bring a piece of fruit each to cut them up and share it during morning tea
Playgroup is not only a place to play, but a place to bond and get lots of cuddles
How cool is this little guy’s toenails? LOL
One of our favourite moments of the day, bread making!
Our lovely Playgroup Coordinator, who’s been absolutely amazing at guiding us through playgroup with the Waldorf philosophy
Each parent is also given a task to do for the day
It’s a tradition to light a candle to give thanks…
Morning tea time outside the class garden. Table and stools all made out of wooden logs. How awesome and nature friendly!
Our share of fruits for morning tea… yums!
Little NAPB enjoying her fruits “kampung” style! 😉
 Mommy R & Little R
Thank you for being such an inspiration to me to want to be a super mom
Kids get to take part in daily chores to their interest and abilities
All in all, the Waldorf playgroup is an ideal place for parents to grow together with their children, it’s about connecting with your child as a whole. It’s very cosy and family orientated, compared to a Montessori playgroup, where independent play is more encouraged. Waldorf keeps the children’s mind opened and promotes willingness to learn through their own initiatives, which is what I’m hoping for Big Warrior. We’re already seeing some positive changes in Big Warrior’s attitude towards socialising, hopefully she will continue to blossom and flourish as time goes by.
*This was written in 2014. Fast forward 2016, Big Warrior’s been with the Waldorf School for almost 2 years. And the difference we’ve seen in her is just amazing. She may not be learning her ABCs and 123s in school at the moment, and won’t be till she’s in Year 1, but the little things that been cultivated into her as a person is undeniably valuable. Learning to share her load with house chores, being a team player, showing kindness and empathy, reaping the harvest that she helped sow, etc… these are things that the common public education do not put emphasis on. However, these are the important building block of being a successful human being. I’ve never pushed her to learn academically, but even without me (or the school) teaching her, she’s already well-versed with her alphabets and can count up to 30, which to me is a big surprise because she did her own learning through listening and observing.
I will be forever grateful to have stumble upon a Waldorf Steiner school for my children. My only hope now is that they will cherish their blessings being a Waldorf child and growing up without unnecessary social pressure.
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Reblog: Great Expectations

Most parents have great expectations of their children. But many don’t expect the same from themselves. Ironic, isn’t it? Parents expect their children to treat others with respect, to know how to share, and to act accordingly during playtime and sleep time (and all the time). But the real question is, do you (as a parent) even practice what you preach?

I’m a firm believer that all children are born pure and good. It is under the guidance of their parents that will eventually lead to the flourishing of goodness in their little big hearts. If you practice what you preach, chances are your child will follow suit.

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Don’t just tell a child to be kind, sharing and all things good; show them and lead by example. If you’re always arguing with your partner on who’s right, or snatching toys away from your kid when he refuses to share, you’re indirectly telling him that it is of utmost importance who wins in the end (in an argument or a fight), and taking things by force is an acceptable thing to do when things don’t happen your way.

Actions speak louder than words. When you portray negative behaviour in front of your child, they will learn. And trust me when I say, they will learn FAST. At two years of age, my little munchkin is absorbing her surrounds like a sponge. Children learn best by imitating you, the parent. And whatever that you do on a day to day basis will indirectly be how you mould your child’s character and behaviour. As Clarence B. Kelland said, “My father didn’t tell me how to live; he lived and let me watch him do it.”

Don’t expect a kid to know the meaning of respect if you don’t raise him with respect. I’ve seen parents who smack and “publicly humiliate” their kids for the littlest of things. That’s not just disrespecting your child as a small human being, that’s just uncivilised in my humble opinion. You wouldn’t smack your friend over some small issue, but you don’t hesitate to do just that to your own child, that’s just stupid.

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You can’t teach a kid the concept of sharing when the first thing you do is to snatch away his toys when he refuses to share it, with a stranger. Yes, you might be good friends with a fellow mother, but don’t expect your child to naturally be long time friends with her kids. And don’t expect him to be as willing as you are to share, because heck, even you might not be that willing to share your stuff with someone you’ve just met. So no, don’t expect something from your kid when you might not even be able to live up to that expectation yourself. Or like Sarah W Caron says, “Don’t be a hypocrite, mama!

And how do you define appropriate behaviour? Expecting a two year old to sit through a two hour dinner is like expecting a medical student to sit through a mathematic convention. If your kid can actually sit in his high chair quietly and obediently for two hours and not put up a fuss, that’s not normal, I’m serious, you probably need to get him checked. That maybe an appropriate behaviour for an adult, but it is not for a kid. Appropriate behaviour for a two year old is to want to run around, explore and parallel play. That’s normal. And really, even you might want to walk around to socialise with your friends during dinner functions, why would you deny your kid the same benefit?

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Seriously, parents, enlighten me will you? I know many of you aren’t like that, but I have come across some who are. Why in the world would you expect so much for a person who’s been around for less than two years, yet expect so much less for people who’ve been around for at least thirty to forty years? Cos I really don’t understand it at all. Ugh. Bleh.

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